Friday, April 9, 2010

I feel like at least once a day, I have the desire to just act like a crazy person. There was the day in Indianapolis, when walking by a hotel, I had the strongest desire to take one of the luggage carts and ride it skateboard-style. In my vision, the valet guys would be chasing after me and hollering for me to bring their cart back. I would toss my head back and laugh, skating away into the sunset. Of course, after this vision comes to me, I realize that something will go awry and I will end up breaking an arm or getting arrested. Nothing as cool as I had envisioned in my head.

Just the other day, I saw a guy on the bus with a very worn front right pocket of his jeans. I had the urge to touch his pants and ask him, in a Tommy-Boy fashion (you know the scene, where he's talking to the roll in the restaurant), "Is your pocket worn out cuz you have so much money in there?" Again, I decided that this would be a creepy thing to do.

And today? I was in the very crowded elevator going to court and noticed that I was the tallest person in the elevator. I had the urge to shout out, "I'm the tallest person in here!" Then I noticed that there was one man taller than me. So I wanted to amend my shouting to "I'm the tallest person in here, except for you sir, but you're barely taller than me." Once again, I refrained.

I am awkward, aren't I? At the very least, I am an odd bird. I like it.